You/I (18)

Now, you walk away all
smug superiority and I
am relieved that the charade
is over.

Now, you escape from the city and I
can return to my throne
of art galleries & local restaurants
in peace.

Now, you retreat to silence and I
chatter endlessly at every
encounter, grateful for renewed
human connection.

Now, you are shattered and I
am stitched back together
by a band of monkeys
moving on.

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